Called home at 4 to see if W wanted me to pick the kids up from school, she said no, she was feeling better. I asked her if I should cancel the sitter, again she said no, she'd like to still go.
Got home with some grub for the rugrats, then got ready for the night out. I really need to get some better clothes; most of my stuff is the wrong size now, especially pants. I've lost so much weight, and I wasn't a fashion horse before. But you do with what you have... I was clean, smelled good, and ready for a nice night.
We took off when the babysitter was settled in, and joked/talked/listened to music while we headed downtown. Got to the dance place but it was dead, and we were both hungry so we walked over to a restaurant and ate dinner outside.
Had good conversations and joking, no R talks at all. W still didn't feel all that hot with her stomach, but she was still game for doing something. The downtown area has a lot of small shops, so we walked around and poked into anyplace interesting.
By now it was around 8:45, and she had been both yawning and grimacing about her stomach. We headed back over to the dance place, and it was still dead, no one even at the bar. She said she was too tired for lessons (which run from 8-10), so we headed home.
Let the babysitter go, then went to bed shortly after.
A nice night, but other than some great convos and laughter, no sparks from her. She said she had a good time, and seemed comfortable all night.
